I mean come on Ronnie Montrose (st. dominic's preview era), richard davis (this album), Dr. John (Into the Music era), Mark Knopfler ("Cleanin Windows") this man is respected and admired by those with true talent and can understand what it is to be a genius.
Other than that - good job dude. ");var f=l;d[0]in f||"undefined"==typeof f.execScript||f.execScript("var "+d[0]);for(;d.length&&(c=d.shift());)d.length?f[c]&&f[c]!==Object.prototype[c]?f=f[c]:f=f[c]={}:f[c]=null;c=Math.abs(b-e);c=1728E5>c?0:c}else c=-1;0!=c&&(W(a.b,"internal_api_sb"),Z(a,Q(a.a,6)))},function(c){Z(a,c?Q(a.a,4):Q(a.a,5))})},Z=function(a,b){a.c||(a.c=!0,a=new l.XMLHttpRequest,a.open("GET",b,!0),a.send())};(function(a,b){l[a]=function(c){for(var d=[],e=0;e })(); In it, Van Morrison is 14 years old and in love. }], })(); Come on people, this album is fabulous, and you can atleast give your opinion or read the review. So begins Astral Weeks, the sublime, eight-song album released in 1968 with little fanfare, though it endures 50 years later as Van Morrison’s very finest achievement. Album Rating: 5.0great review. var ma=function(){var a=function(){if(!l.frames.googlefcPresent)if(document.body){var b=document.createElement("iframe");b.style.display="none";b.style.width="0px";b.style.height="0px";b.style.border="none";b.style.zIndex="-1000";b.style.left="-1000px";b.style.top="-1000px";b.name="googlefcPresent";document.body.appendChild(b)}else l.setTimeout(a,5)};a()},na=function(a){var b=Date.now();W(a.b,"internal_api_load_with_sb",a.f.h(),function(){var c;var d=a.b,e=l[l.btoa(d+"loader_js")];if(e){e=l.atob(e); I also think some of his other famous albums should be reviewed on here, such as "Moondance" (fabulous) and "Tupelo Honey" (very nice indeed). 'use strict';var g=function(a){var b=0;return function(){return b Your California Privacy Rights. apstag.fetchBids({ It also has amazing lyrics as most Van Morrison songs do. }); sizes: [[728, 90]] //example: [[728,90]] Ad Choices. slotName: '/171684353/Sputnik_728x90', //example: '12345/leaderboard-1' Secondhands is a new column that examines music of the past through a modern lens. His girl comes down the lane on white horses with rainbow ribbons in her hair, attended by a harpsichord player who seems incapable of staying on beat. by Ryan H. Walsh out now via Penguin Press. When I was a kid, the corner restaurant was a cheaper corner restaurant, and the brick apartment building next door was a parking lot. } } z-index:999; googletag.pubads().enableSingleRequest(); } (function(){/* The lyrics are great. In drafting this column, I wrote paragraph after paragraph about all the albums that Morrison released after Astral Weeks; about the resplendent “Linden Arden Stole the Highlights” from Veedon Fleece; about Morrison’s transition from the loose sounds of Astral Weeks into the tight, full-band R&B of Moondance; about how by the 1974 live album It’s Too Late to Stop Now, even the digressions of “Cyprus Avenue”, a pillar of Astral Weeks, had turned into a coordinated rave-up that Morrison used to end his concerts-- a song about the freedom and confusion of adolescence performed with the control of a showman. width:540px; }, function(bids) { One of my alltime favourites. I've downloaded a few songs from this album and all I can say is its great. { This album is incredible in its entirety. He was also broke, dejected, just married, and a new resident of Cambridge, Massachusetts, where he lived in a street-level apartment with no phone and a mattress on the floor. $('#hidebox').hide(); I mean, it needs more than one listening or two, but that's what good albums usually ask and deserve. if (window.location.hostname !== "www.sputnikmusic.com") { alert("DANGER! His debut book, Astral Weeks: A Secret History of 1968 (Penguin Press), received rave reviews from The New Yorker, The Guardian, Rolling Stone, and was a New York Times end-of-year Critics’ Pick. 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Walsh . We used to spend every weekend at each others' houses; now we only see each other about twice a year. ");};var X=function(a){O(this,a)};u(X,M);var Y=function(a){this.h=window;this.a=a;this.b=Q(this.a,1);this.f=R(this.a,T,2);this.g=R(this.a,U,3);this.c=!1};Y.prototype.start=function(){ma();var a=new ja(this.h.document,this.g);la(this.b,a);na(this)}; btw, i really think Van needs more recognition and appreciation. I am sweating, I am laughing, I am thinking of a lyric from “Sweet Thing”: “I will never grow so old again.”. Received wisdom about the album is that it dissolved boundaries between soul, R&B, folk and jazz. I'm only just beginning to listen to 'Van the Man' and its great, great music :D I have Moondance and I'm going to get this album very soon. such endlessness and musical heights. window.location = "https://sputnikmusic.com"; el.parentNode.insertBefore(s, el); I want to tell them that at 15, the album was a catalog of feelings I was too afraid to have; at 30, it’s a catalog of feelings I can’t ever have again. --> margin-top:-8px; “Cyprus Avenue” comes on. Its eight songs-- four of which are over seven minutes long-- don’t obey rules in the way other songs do. I wrote about how part of the fun of getting into an artist like Van Morrison-- or Stevie Wonder, or Prince, or anyone who seems like an open-and-shut case until you find out they had a reggae phase, or are actually still alive-- isn’t just listening to the masterpiece, but the thirty-something albums that came after it, most of which have no reputation at all. .